There goes our goodbye.
Sunday, September 30
I wonder how the graduation day would be if that was really the last day of school. I probably would have cried. Because that would mean not seeing Nadhirah and Fatin until the first day of O'levels. That would mean not getting to sit at our favourite spot in the canteen; not getting to chitchat at the fourth floor staircase near the John, facing the Serangoon river and the canopy of trees; not getting to lame around with Cherie and Joscelin nor 'flirt' with HuiYi. Well, basically that would mean the end. But because we know that there's another week, another chance, to do all these, the night has yet to come.
Do all things work this way?
I'd have done it right the first time. Or not have done it at all.